Thursday, June 8, 2017

The Astrology Expert - part 2




After taking a bath he would don the puja attire, a cream colored silk dhoti and a cream colored kanduva a cloth of same material worn on the upper body around the neck like a scarf. This dress is kept away so that point he could touch it every morning after his bath. No one is to touch this. Then he proceeds to carefully applies vermilion to his forehead and the sacred ashes in three lines across his forehead and wear the garland of rudraksha beads around his neck and would then fetch a small steel pot of water from the municipal tap on our veranda, careful not to touch any other items or any of us for if he touches anything else that water would lose its sanctity. He uses that sacred water later in his procedures during pooja, which consumes only a teensy amount, and the rest he would later pour into the holy basil plant pot, a plant which we consider extremely sacred, after having done circumambulations around the holy basil.

He sets the sacred water at the puja mandap and sits on a small wooden stool then consults the SBI calendar to see what thithi it is, and the opening of his prayer tells us who he is and from which location on earth and on what season and what year and what day he is doing that prayer, for which he takes the help of that calendar. Telugu Astrology has 60 years after which it resets and 27 birth stars and twelve sun signs. This along with reciting his ancestry right from the most ancient ancestor we know, along with the rishis (saints) we are descended from leaves no scope for gods to mistake us for someone else. We really do take care that we get the credit for our pujas.
And then, in the pleasant company of Samrani (Benzoin incense), camphor, and incense, he continues with his prayers for more than an hour reading complex shlokas and his voice turning hoarse at the end of it. I felt my father was a pure genius for as long as I remember he never referred to any of the printed material all the while reciting these very complex sounding Sanskrit verses and hymns. Around the halfway mark amma would give him his second tea for the morning, which my dad would take in hurried gulps, at which I look forlornly for I'm not allowed to drink coffee and tea. We are not supposed to eat or drink anything until we are finished with our morning ablutions and prayers but somehow coffee tea and milk don't count. The second tea would signify that amma would leave shortly for her school where she works as a teacher.
All the shlokas I knew put together amounted to a total duration of ten minutes if I recited them in a slow skilful singsong way. While my father would be reading at a pace that puts modern rap singers to shame. I would watch him recite all those gulping extra mouthfuls of air for his pace of reciting knocks the wind out of me. My cousin would often comment that Hanumanji would have to run to understand the Hanuman Chalisa being recited by my father. I just decided that she was being jealous that she could never even dream to talk at that speed let alone recite complex hymns.
When we go to temple the usual temple folk asks my dad to recite a nice shloka or sing a good verse. My dad obliges and sings one and later giving the mike to me and telling me to sing some shloka. I'd sing it more out of respect towards him, and he beams at me when other people sitting there exclaimed, "Such a good and diligent son. He really sets an example." I was my father's favorite in this aspect until my cousin, my pinni's daughter took over me. The content I knew amounts nothing to all the shlokas she knew even when she was of age four. I just accepted defeat, for I accepted defeat and moved on from learning shlokas to reading novels, and I live in a constant fear that I might never be able to read all the classics in my life. So every other spare minute I can be seen reading some novel than be bothered trying to learn a new shloka.
I can never understand how he can resist the temptation and carry on with the puja while the smell of a delicious breakfast and chutney amma is cooking waffle directly to him for the puja mandap is in a corner in the kitchen. As I come having taken my bath he gestures to me with his eyes to come sit beside him do prayer, while his lips still chanting loudly some shlokas. I start loudly the few set of shlokas I know while becoming acutely aware of knees and ankles pressed against the floor threatening to benumb, but before reciting them all my stomach grumbles loudly at the oncoming smells and I finish my puja after completing whatever shloka I was halfway through.
Like I said those calendars’ places were decided upon before our own places were given thought. It would involve some straightforward decisions like the SBI calendar which showed Telugu thithi was to be just in front of the puja mandap since my dad would refer to it while doing his usual morning puja, and the town bank calendar would be just beside the main entrance of the hall to ease the marking of the milk supply, and some constrained equation solving for others decided their place. As Hindus prefer not to sleep with their heads positioned on the north side, the bed directions were kinda fixed as soon as we knew the direction the house faces and since we can't keep those calendars which had gods at our feet they had but only the other two sides of the room as choices. But one of those two sides usually has a wardrobe, factoring this info would then give the solution of the unknown, the calendar positions.
And moving to own house meant place for more calendars for then we don't have to adhere anymore to the landlords’ usual order of 'No nails to walls for calendars’ etc, which at least helped us spread out the calendars and many calendars then were able to see the light of the day for the second time in a long time, until they were, of course, pushed down to make way for the newcomers.
I thought my dad is a connoisseur of calendars just like some people go mad about stamps. I took this as a ground truth for there were always a ton of calendars in my house and so when I got a small metal disk of a 100-year calendar for correctly answering a question in a placement talk by Texas Instruments, I promptly gave it to my dad. Although he received it happily he never as much as spared another glance towards it. Turned out his love for calendars stops to those that are on paper and preferably those that carry thithi details or in a large square blocks, while here I'm in my room in the college which is devoid of both calendar and wall-clock, having to bend my neck and peer into the depths of my phone whenever I needed either of those functions. Hmm.
Dad's friends and colleagues ask him for a good time when they have something important to do. When some of my dad’s friends or my brother call dad to talk about some important event and ask about a good time to start it, his first order to me would be to get that SBI calendar. Then he would ask me to fetch his glasses and he would peer down into it for a while sagaciously and talks back on the phone saying, with a vigorous shaking of his head, "No, no, that is Rahu Kalam you should wait," or if the time actually turns out to be auspicious, he would say with a contented lavish smile playing on his lips, "carry on, carry on, couldn't have picked a better time."
My brother has a peculiar way of asking this: he would call my dad and ask urgently "Dad is it good now?" a question which irks my dad a lot. He asks this question mostly while my dad is at the office who would then have no clue, as his trusted compatriot, the SBI calendar wouldn't be with him. And also because my brother likes to be told whenever he intends to do something to be the finest hour that is there, saying he has no time. I still never understood his logic, if he wants to be told that it is indeed a good time despite the calendar saying otherwise and if he really has no time, why bother calling and asking in the first place?
I say compatriot for a very good reason. My dad is a central government employee and has never studied astrology. He himself admits that his understanding of the astrology is rather limited. He fiercely maintains to everyone that he is no expert in astrology. He says that all he is doing is reading out when are auspicious times and when are bad times from the SBI calendar, in which these things about good times and bad times of each day are given with some hard to grasp abbreviations. In fact, he tried a few times to make me read out that stuff and explain to me what is what, but I have never really got the hang of it. Being not exceptionally good at Telugu has already kept me in a disadvantage, for I couldn't read those out correctly without help. And even if sometimes I could read out what was there it still felt to me like Greek and Latin, so I gave up and told him to not to try and teach me that and I'd rather ask him directly if I ever needed that info, not that I'd for I do things at the last minute and can't really afford the luxury of thinking if it's the right time. And if I ever see my dad relaxed in his easy chair with the SBI calendar in his hand I immediately try to leave from the vicinity and linger outside somewhere safe.
Although he doesn't say it out aloud he enjoys people asking for his opinion about auspicious timings. He tries his best to check carefully the conflicts among different times and tell them a time he thinks suits them the best. If the situation demands he sometimes even refers to the panchangam (a Hindu astrological almanac) to give the best possible answer about a certain auspicious time.

But when dad wants an expert opinion and when he feels his trusted friend, the SBI calendar has failed him and is being ambiguous, he calls his childhood friend who, it seems, is a real expert. Well at least to my knowledge she has always been able to judge good times to start any important things. My dad says so well were those times she chose that the things get done as if they have a life their own with minimal intervention from our side. And I can't see anything against it to it but agree with him for never has a thing we started when she told us to ever failed.


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